WOW I fucking suck huh guys? Sorryyy I haven't updated! This is just another short shitty chapter because I sometimes just lose motivation and don't want to do anything with my life. Plus I've just been stressed about life shit. Blah. BUT I'm excited to write the next chapter hehe!

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"Kat, could you go see if Daryl wants some breakfast? Usually he's up by now."

"Sure," I answered Carol as she was making eggs over a fire. I got up and made my way to Daryl's tent. As I got closer, I heard him muttering to himself. It sounded like he was talking to someone in his tent, but everyone was at the fire. I paused so I could eavesdrop for a second. I couldn't hear him clearly, but I heard something about "ain't having no dream" and "stupid red-haired yankee".

Holy shit.

Was Daryl…dreaming about me? I bit my lip to hide my grin at the thought. He totally was. But who the hell was he trying to convince otherwise? I decided to step in.

"Knock knock!" I said, sticking my head into his tent, making him jump.

"Christ, woman! You tryna give me a damn heart attack?" he snapped.

I giggled. "So, uh, how long has this whole talking to yourself and/or hallucinating thing been going on? Because if it's been happening for six months or longer you could be schizophrenic."

"The hell? I ain't no fucking schizo! And I ain't talking to myself neither! Now why don't you do me a favor and git!" He pointed and the tent door angrily.

I smirked and crossed my arms. "Well, you're gonna have to "git" with me because breakfast is ready." I grabbed his hand to pull him with my out of the tent but he yanked it back.

"Look I don't know what the hell you think's going on here, but it ain't nothing!"

I held up a hand and rolled my eyes. "Save it, Daryl. I don't know what I was thinking when I kissed you, but you can't lie to me and try to say you didn't like it. I know you did just by the way you acted after. You just don't know how to handle human affection because you're clearly not used to it." He glared at me and I smiled and tapped my head. "Psychology, remember? Now, whenever you're ready to stop being a big baby come out and eat." I left without another word and plopped down in a chair by the fire. Carol handed me a plate of eggs and gave me a questioning look. "He's coming," I told her.

Moments later Daryl stomped over and sat down heavily into his chair. He glared at me while he took his plate from Carol. I smirked at him and put my fork in my mouth, taking it out slowly to make it look sexual, raising my eyebrows while doing so. His eyes widened slightly and he quickly looked down at his plate, taking a bite of his eggs. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand to hide my grin.

My eyes fixed on Glenn when he stood up, fidgeting nervously. "Uh, guys…" Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to go on. "So…the barn's full of walkers!"

I immediately started choking on my eggs and Glenn looked at me, worried. T-Dog gave me a hard clap on the back and my eggs flew out of my mouth and onto the ground. "What?" I choked out. Before Glenn could even answer Shane was swearing and running toward the barn. The group got up and ran after him, except for me, Sophia, and Carl. Carl and Sophia because their mothers told them to, and me because I wasn't about to go try and smash open a barn full of walkers when none of us had our weapons. Plus, I had eggs to finish.

"What do you think's gonna happen?" Sophia asked after a few minutes of silence, staring at the barn.

"Don't worry," Carl assured her, "my dad will take care of it."

Sophia smiled at him before she turned to me and bit her lip. "Kat…can I ask you something?"

"Sure you can. Ask away," I told her, scraping up the last bit of my eggs and setting the plate to the side. I leaned my elbows on my knees and looked at her.

She blushed and clutched her doll. "Um, why did you um…kiss Daryl?"

I faltered slightly at her question. I had no idea she'd seen that. Before I could answer her Carl cut in. "What? You kissed Daryl? Is it because of what I said?" He said the last part excitedly, and started chatting to Sophia about how I was teaching him psychology and he was using it to observe Daryl. Sophia was listening wide-eyed and amazed.

I couldn't hold in my laughter. They were so fucking cute it was just unbelievable. "You guys gonna play match-making for me and Daryl now?" They both scrunched up their faces in identical expressions and I snorted. So cute.

"No!" Sophia exclaimed. "That's so gross!"

"Bleh!" Carl added, sticking out his tongue for emphasis.

I was still laughing when the rest of the group came walking back over, minus Shane. I figured he was still being a psycho over at the barn. Yeah, go ahead and break it open and get yourself killed, real good idea. Carol and Lori came back over to check on the kids and Sophia eagerly asked if I could teach her psychology like I was Carl. She agreed and I went to get the books I was using out of my car. I saw Daryl coming out of his tent so I made a show of bending over to get my stuff. Not like I had much of an ass, but whatever. When I stood back up fully I noticed him briskly walking away. He said something to Carol and they both started off toward the woods. I felt a pang of jealousy inside me, but there obviously wasn't anything going on between them…was there? I shook my head to clear my thoughts and ushered Carl and Sophia to the porch to start our lesson.

We finished up after about an hour. We hung around the porch with the rest of the group just chatting for a bit. Daryl and Carol had come back earlier and it didn't look like too much went on with them. I was fiddling with the guitar and playing a few songs for the kids when Shane suddenly came storming up with the bag of guns and started handing them out to everyone. I made sure I got mine back and no one ended up with them. Maggie yelled at him to stop, saying her dad would kick us out if he continued. Obviously he ignored her, but when he knelt down and tried to give Carl a gun Lori had enough.

"This is not your call," she snapped, glaring down at him hatefully. "This is not your decision to make."

"Oh shit!" T-Dog yelled.

We all turned to where he was looking, seeing Rick, Hershel, and Jimmy leading two walkers on poles toward the barn. Shane swore and immediately began sprinting toward them, the rest of us following after him. There was a lot of shouting on Rick and Shane's parts about what we should or shouldn't do about the walkers. Shane started shooting at the walker Hershel was holding to prove to him that it wasn't human. And then of course, his psychotic ass decided to break open the locks on the barn.

Me, Daryl, Glenn, T-Dog, Shane, and Andrea all started firing when the walkers came pouring out of the barn. It was a fucking sick thing. Keeping them all locked up in there. I mean, what the fuck? I'd never admit it, but I actually did feel a little bad about killing them. Hershel still considered them his friends and family, and here we all were shooting them right in front of his face. But come on, what did he expect us to do, let them come kill us all? No thanks.

The walkers kept coming and we kept shooting for what felt like hours, but was probably not even five minutes. When the last one hit the ground, we all lowered our weapons and shifted uncertainly. The only sounds now were the sounds of Hershel's sobbing family.

Bleh. Shit chapter. The next one will lead up to the events in the newest episode. Did anyone else wanna punch Daryl when he was yelling at Carol? I sure did. Anyway, it should be up like this weekend...I have like two tests on Friday and I'm trying to get a new job and they're calling for second interviews that day and I'm so anxious! I want it soooo bad! Ugh! Well, unless I lose my motivation again and don't update for another week.

So yeah. Sorry for another lame chapter. Next one should be way better and REVIEWS make me extra happy and I will update faster if I get some!